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  1. .Well, guys, Sarah here again. And I think this time I'll tell you about the flat wrecking party I enjoyed with Barbara and a few friends when we were in our early 20s. We knew this couple at the time who were themselves only about 25 - Doug and Julie I think their names were. They were friends of ours, but knew nothing about our naughty pleasures. Well nothing beyond what happened at their flat anyway. And the more perceptive amongst you might already be guessing where this is going. They were in dispute with their landlord, who'd failed to repair their broken heating system throughout the winter. So they stopped paying him rent until he did. He prioritised evicting them over repairing the heating. By now it was early spring and they'd found somewhere else to move into. But they were never going to get their deposit back, though I suppose they'd claimed it already in the form of unpaid rent. But they were feeling highly aggrieved at having had to endure a very uncomfortable winter, at times staying with friends because their flat was too cold, and eventually having to buy an electric heater out of their own scarce cash. Words had been said between them and the landlord and the relationship between them had collapsed into one of acrimony and abuse, and indeed loathing. And by all accounts the guy was a total dick head. At one point - in a wholly transparent attempt to make them feel uncomfortable - under the guise of "renovation", he turned up, not to repair the heating but to remove the frosted glass window from the bathroom and replace it with clear glass. And this was a ground floor flat! Doug and Julie had to bodge up some curtains so they could use the loo or take a shower without doing so in full public view! That's how bad things got. They were pissed off, and hated the guy by the time they'd found somewhere else, and really wanted to piss him off badly. And this is where the idea of a flat-wrecking party came in. Doug and Julie so hated the guy that they planned to have a few friends around with a few beers and just totally trash the place, smashing up breakable items with hammers, tearing up sofas with knives, and so on. But in discussing it with Barbara and myself, Julie expressed a concern. What if we made so much noise wrecking stuff that some neighbour called the police? We could all end up being prosecuted for criminal damage. I think the sudden glance Barbara and I exchanged indicated that she had the same thought as I did, lol. But it was I who guided them to the idea. I commented that this would be a bit risky, and pointed out that just smashing the place up physically would be pretty tiring and dangerously noisy, even if fun. So of course I came up with the better idea of everyone just having a few drinks and peeing everywhere. A lot less noise. No cops likely to be called. But just as damaging. Electrical goods can be fucked up just as easily - and a lot more quietly - by pissing on them than by smashing them to bits with hammers. Sofas and carpets can be ruined just as easily by being peed on. Etc. Julie's draw dropped but her face was beaming with amusement at the idea. Doug just grinned. Barbara faked shock, giving it the "oh my God I can't believe you came up with that idea" spiel. Another reason why we have gotten away with piss vandalism throughout our lives is that we can be convincing actresses when it helps the cause, lol. She was very convincing and allowed herself to be "reluctantly" persuaded that it was a good idea. Though of course I knew she was well up for it from the start, lol. Anyway, the arrangements were made, other guests invited, and it was determined that on the evening in question we'd all meet in their local pub and have a few drinks to loosen inhibitions - and fill bladders, hahaha - before heading back to "the venue". As well as Barbara and myself - and Doug and Julie of course - there were two other couples. There was Neil and Rosie, both in their early 20s. Rosie was a stunning blonde, whilst Neil - we later saw - had what must have been a nine inch dick at least, lol. And sorry guys, I know any male readers aren't interested but we ladies do notice such things. The other couple - Tim and Shauna - were in their late 20s. Shauna was a very buxom blonde, but kind of hot. There was also one other last minute guest whom we all met and got talking to in the pub on the evening in question. We all knew her cos she was one of the pub barmaids, but currently off duty and just in the pub for a few drinks. Her name was Carol, and she was much older than the rest of us, being 39. But when she heard what we had planned, she wanted to come along too, saying that it would be fun to just pee all over the place. And just to prove the point, she entertained us with an anecdote about peeing on some guy's bedroom carpet for the hell of it after way too many drinks. My kind of lady, lol. Well, with three pints of lager or some equivalent drink inside us, we all walked the short distance to Doug and Julie's flat, all badly in need of a piss by now. There was some hesitation. No one wanted to be first, because for most of them, just pissing on the carpet or furniture was just so totally "wrong". Barbara and I knew that too, of course, but for us that is part of what makes doing it so much fun. No one else present, though, had ever made a habit of peeing all over the place with total abandon. Well, with the possible exception of Carol, who on the short walk here amused us with another anecdote about an ex who liked watching her pee on the kitchen floor. She laughingly referred to him as "a dirty bastard" but clearly enjoyed the memory on some level. Barbara and I are tuned in to notice such things. We also instinctively realised that we'd hide our own enjoyment in plain sight much more effectively if we did not appear so over-eager that we rushed to be the first ones to pee. And since this was still - technically - Doug and Julie's flat, first honours really had to fall to them. None of the others would feel comfortable doing it in their place unless they led by example. So we kind of all congregated in the living room, where Doug got his dick out right there and started peeing on the carpet, to the amusement of everybody. The flat wasn't exactly huge so with nine of us in the living room, space was a bit tight. So when one of the girls - Rosie - laughed, "Hey, that's splashing on my leg!" and moved away I was not entirely surprised. But it was funny. Next thing that happened was Julie striding with a grin over towards the corner of the room, where she pulled off her knickers, raised her short skirt as she popped a squat. And then started pissing right there on the carpet too, laughing, "I can't believe I'm doing this." She was still going strong, creating a massive puddle, when Doug, putting his dick away, said "Right everyone, feel free to piss anywhere. We want to trash everything. " He then started going through the place, unplugging all electrical appliances. Carol the barmaid then grinned and said, "Piss anywhere, eh? Ok........" And she got up out of the armchair she'd briefly sat in, stepped out of her knickers and raised the front of her skirt as she stood facing that armchair, fingers parting her labia. Then she stood there pissing all over the armchair, slowly swaying her hips from side to side whilst manipulating the direction of her golden torrent with her fingers. She actually looked incredibly well practiced at doing this as she deliberately peed all over the armchair. And I wasn't the only one who noticed. Rosie piped up with, "Oh my god, Carol, you look like you've done that before! Never knew you were such a dirty cow, hahaha." Carol laughed, "Believe it, baby. There was this one guy I dated who used to like watching me do this against his bedroom wall!" There was a short pause before she added with a chuckle, "Most of it ended up on the carpet!" There were a few dropped jaws and much laughter at that, somewhat surreally from Julie considering that she herself was at this moment only just finishing her own long wee on the carpet, lol. As she got up from her squat, briefly smirking at the large lake of pee soaking slowly into the carpet, Julie asked with some highly incongruous incredulity, "What, you actually did that? Weren't you bothered about the mess?" "Wasn't my bedroom! Wasn't my wall! Wasn't my carpet! So nah, not really, hahaha." As the last of Carol's pee was spraying over the armchair, Shauna laughingly pointed at the huge puddle soaking into the carpet which Julie was stepping away from, "It's so funny that you were being so incredulous about Carol's pissing whilst you were doing that at the time." We all laughed at that. And now I decided to pee, mentioning something about Carol pissing against a wall in the past and wanting to give it a try myself, So - knickerless already in preparation for this evening, Barbara and myself having agreed to go commando - I stood facing the wall with the front of my skirt raised and legs slightly apart. And started spraying the wall with my piss, swaying my hips from side to side to cover as much of it as possible. Most of it of course was ending up on the carpet. Carol commented on how it looked like I'd done that before, so I made up some BS about having been driven to use urinals in the gents before out of desperation because of huge queues for the ladies'. The guys in particular seemed to love that notion. I guess if they'd known the truth about me and Barbara deliberately pissing against living room walls in the past, they'd have liked it even more. But we have to be careful. Anyway, I peed for ages, covering the wall and creating a large puddle on the carpet at the base of it. By the time I was done, Rosie had Neil's nine inch dick in her hand as he peed all over the coffee table in front of the sofa. Most people had now vacated the sofa, but Shauna was still sitting there enjoying the show. She laughingly pointed out that she could feel warm droplets of pee splashing back off the table onto her bare legs. But she made no effort to move away, instead saying, "But I don't actually mind!" At this point, Rosie aimed Neil's dick towards the sofa for a couple of seconds, causing him to briefly piss on Shauna's bare legs, before aiming back towards the table. Shauna - along with Rosie - laughed, her legs covered in pee. "Rosie, I can't believe you just did that!" But she clearly wasn't all that bothered, neither was her boyfriend Tim, who seemed to find it funny. I was thrilled to see pee flowing off the edges of the table onto the carpet too. Those familiar with the confessions of Barbara and myself will not be surprised to hear that, lol. Tim then got his dick out and started peeing against another wall, whilst Julie blatantly stood there right beside him, watching his peeing dick with a grin. His girlfriend Shauna joked about how Julie was allowed to watch but not touch, lol. Shauna and Barbara then decided to piss all over the sofa together. Barbara's idea, of course. Whilst Shauna squatted upon one end of it, pissing right there, Barbara stood facing the rest of it, legs apart and front of her dress hoisted, as she swung her hips from side to side, spraying the rest of it with piss. Rosie herself popped a squat over a still dry part of the carpet - and flooded it with at least a minute's worth of serious pissing. Another huge puddle was the result. A lot of laughter and high-fiving after that, with one seriously fucked up and ruined living room. We carried on drinking lager after that, and planned to fuck up the bedroom next. In the meantime we chatted about loads of random shit - a lot of griping against Doug and Julie's landlord, and laughter about how pissed off he was going to be, naturally. But we did get to hear another pissing anecdote from Carol who - a lot less careful than Barbara and I - was in serious danger of upstaging us, lol. Apparently - for a dare - she once peed on the floor between the seats near the back of a busy bus. Of course, she was drunk at the time. Anyway, after much chat and more drinking, we all needed to pee again so headed out into the bedroom. Julie immediately said that she was going to really piss off their cunt of a landlord by pissing on his bed. So she got up onto the bed and popped a squat in the middle of it. And started pissing. And carried on for ages, obviously soaking the sheets and mattress. She must have peed for nearly a minute, and at one point it was pooling around her bare feet as she peed faster than the mattress could soak it up. She then held her boyfriend Doug's dick as he peed all over the bed too, spraying it all around. The other two guys stood facing one of the walls with their trousers down. Their girlfriends were aiming their dicks for them amidst much giggling as the guys pissed against that wall. Carol then really got into the swing of things, stepping out of her skirt entirely so that she was naked from the waist down, then stood in front of the bed with her back to it, in a semi-squatting position with hands on knees. Then she started pissing right there all over the carpet, a gleeful expression upon her face. She was getting off on this, I could tell. I sometimes wondered if she had pissy carpets at home, lol. She peed for ages too, flooding the carpet with piss before she was done. Rosie walked into the empty wardrobe where there was just enough room to pop a squat. Then she started pissing in there. By the time she was done the base of the wardrobe was covered in piss, and pee was flowing out of the front of it onto the carpet. Shauna opened the drawers of the bedside cabinet, and stood facing them with her skirt hoisted, pissing in them. The sound of her piss splashing against the wooden insides of those empty drawers was erotically loud. Sounded amazing. Barbara and I decided to pee together, temporarily removing our skirts entirely, so that we too were naked below the waist, then we stood by the side of the bed, with our backs to it, hands on hips' and legs parted. And started pissing all over the large area of open carpet on that side of the bed. It was awesome to see our piss splashing down, the puddles growing ever larger and more soaked, a lake of pee forming because the carpet couldn't soak it up fast enough. The muffled splashing sound of our pee hitting the carpet, which gradually morphed into a louder splashing as the carpet got soaked, was also highly erotic to both of us. We slowly swung our hips from side to side to spray as much of the carpet as possible, and by the time we were done, our two puddles had expanded to merge into one huge massive puddle, a lake of piss covering a large area of the carpet and only slowly soaking into it. Julie laughed, "Impressive! That carpet's well fucked now!" Next up, the kitchen, lol. But we needed to refuel with more lager first and a lot more chatting got done. And we were getting very tipsy by now. Shauna said something about how some people get off on this sort of thing, and told us about some amateur vid a friend of theirs showed them. No idea where he'd got it from, just another friend they said. But it featured these two women in their 40s with posh English accents, peeing all over a table, and on the kitchen floor, and on a bed. Shauna laughed, "They were enjoying it, you could tell." Carol was by now drunk enough to confess that it was kind of liberating and fun to just be a dirty bitch and piss anywhere without giving a fuck. Shauna chuckled, "Well I wouldn't make a habit of it - these are exceptional circumstances - but I can see the attraction." Julie laughed, "You pervs!" To which Carol good-humouredly responded with, "Says the girl who's just peed on the carpet and on the bed!" We all found this funny. Rosie actually admitted that whilst on holiday in Spain, she and a couple of friends had - when drunk - peed on the carpet in a hotel corridor for a laugh once. I joked, "According to Shauna there are people willing to pay good money to see videos of that. You missed an opportunity." We found that funny too. And of course, there was the inevitable additional anecdote from Carol, this time featuring her confession that only the previous year she'd deliberately peed on the carpet in front of her seat in the cinema, simply because it was more convenient. More fun too, I'm sure. When we got around to peeing in the kitchen it became something of a free for all. Doug pissed in the kettle. The other guys opened a low level cupboard and both stood there pissing in it. Julie got up onto the kitchen counter and popped a squat there, peeing all over the surface. Loads of it was soon flowing off the front onto the tiled floor. Even as Julie was still pissing, Rosie popped a squat over the floor and added her flood of piss to the mess there. I decided it was time to go for maximum naughtiness, and opened the door of the fridge. Barbara did likewise with the cooker. Then we both stood there pissing in our chosen appliances, flooding them with piss. There was much laughter as we did this. Shauna - drunkenly inspired by us - did something similar with the washing machine, standing in front of it's opened door and pissing in it. Carol simply stood naked from the waist down - her bare feet already standing in Rosie's piss - and gleefully sprayed her piss all over the floor. Well after that we carried on drinking and to be honest my memory starts getting rather fuzzy from this point. But I remember that at one point we all deliberately peed on the bed again, with the intention of so thoroughly soaking it that our piss would start dripping onto the carpet underneath. And we more than succeeded. Because by the time all nine of us had peed there, it was actually pouring onto the carpet underneath, not merely dripping. So that mattress was obviously totally ruined. Fucking brilliant. I can remember Julie, Shauna, and Rosie all squatting and peeing on the living room carpet again. And the guys pissing on the living room curtains, lol. I can remember peeing on the tiled bathroom floor right beside the unused toilet, lol. And Barbara pissing in the sink with the plug in....and all of us laughing about leaving it there for the landlord to find. I think Carol managed to upstage us again though. Because she actually stood astride the toilet but deliberately left the lid closed. And pissed there anyway for a laugh! Most of it of course ended up all over the floor. I have other vague and fuzzy memories of guys - and girls - pissing against walls, and on carpets. Sofa got peed on a few more times I think. And the kitchen table got pissed on I'm sure. And I have a vague memory of squatting over a removed cutlery drawer which had been placed on the kitchen floor, and pissing all over the cutlery inside it. Anyway, we all eventually left once we were done - by which time it was about 3am and we'd all had more than enough to drink. We all headed off to our separate locations, Barbara stopping over at my place. Cannot remember doing it at all, but when we woke in the morning feeling much the worse for wear, we found a large puddle of piss on my bathroom floor. Clearly we'd decided to pee on the floor in there instead of using the toilet. So I had the joy of cleaning that up, groan. As for the flat we'd ruined? Landlord wasn't due to call for nearly a week! By the time he did, the entire place would have been stinking - carpets, bed, furniture, curtains - all ruined. Appliances all peed in or on. Tiled floors covered in piss. Likewise tables. Loved to have been able to see his reaction, hahaha. But the cunt deserved it, so who cares? And it sure was a lot of fun.
  2. After the fun we'd had pissing all around that asshole guy's house, the floodgates were well and truly opened for Barbara and I. And I do mean that kind of almost literally as well as metaphorically, lol. Next time we went out to the pub we decided it would be fun to just pee wherever we could get away with. But we have never been caught for a reason. We are careful. So we don't piss on our own doorstep! We never did it in our local pub where everyone knew us, but drank further afield when we wanted to have fun. Over the years pissing in pubs on the floors or whatever has been a frequent pastime. We still do it. The first time we did this was only a few days after our little pissing session in that guy's house. We chose a place we knew several miles away in a posh part of town, with top quality upholstery and carpets, and a better off clientele. And we went prepared, dressed in skirts that came down to just above our knees - just long enough to hide the fact that we were wearing no panties, but short enough to easily hoist for ease of pissing. We each bought a pint of lager and went and sat at a table in a more secluded part of the lounge area. Good job we had our driving licenses on us because we were still young enough to be asked for ID, lol. Which seemed kind of annoying at the time, though I wish I were young enough to have that worry today. Still, that little annoyance made us feel even more gleeful about the intention of pissing all over the place in that pub. Anyway, from where we were sat - because it was still early enough in the evening for it not to be too busy - there was no one around in a position where they could easily see what we were going to do. We'd already drank several coffees earlier and arrived needing to pee. Neither of us had wanted to waste a good piss in my toilet when we could hang onto it and fuck up someone's carpet, lol. Which is pretty much what happened now. We both hoisted our dresses and sat on the forward edge of the seat. And started pissing right there under the table onto the expensive pub carpet. And because we'd barely yet started drinking our beer, and hadn't peed for hours, I noticed upon glancing under the table that our pee was a deep golden colour. A true golden shower all over the carpet, lol. And that was awesome because we knew that such strong pee would fuck up that plush carpet so much more. We fucking flooded it too. As we drank several pints of lager and became increasingly tipsy, we peed under the table another couple of times. The carpet there was well fucked! We could see piss squelching around our shoes when we pressed our feet down onto it. After that, the pub got a bit too busy to risk more of the same. Other people had vantage points where they might have seen piss splashing down onto the carpet. So for our next piss we did actually pay our one and only visit of the evening to the ladies'. And we even went into one of the cubicles. Together, lol. But we didn't use the toilet, naturally. Well, Barbara kind of did but the lid was closed at the time with the spare loo roll on top of it, haha. And she stood there slowly swaying her hips from side to side as she sprayed that lid - and the toilet roll on top of it - as well as the floor on either side of the toilet. I meanwhile stood facing one of the sides of the cubicle, spraying the wall with piss, and taking particular aim at the toilet roll on that wall. The sound of us chuckling and our piss splashing everywhere would have been obvious to anyone in another cubicle. So having trashed ours we laughed as we high fived each other, then thought it best to exit the premises entirely. We found another pub not too far away which had the welcome attraction of an empty table in a secluded corner. So we had another couple of drinks, then Barbara decided to hoist the back of her dress and pee right there into the fabric of her seat. She never announced in advance what she was about to do, but I could tell by the beaming grin on her face that she was pissing at that moment. When I looked I saw the back of her dress pulled up, and pee squelching around her naked ass as it slowly soaked into the fabric. Some was flowing off the front of the seat onto the carpet. I laughed, "Oh my God, Barbara! You must have a fucking wet ass!" "Yeah I know. Feels kind of nice." "Dirty bitch, hahaha." "Says the girl who pissed in that guy's fridge!" We both laughed at that. I too needed to pee, and we'd decided that it was time to go home anyway..... back to my place together. I said that I would love to get up and piss on the table, but knew I'd be seen if I did something so blatant. So I said I had another idea. I grabbed my empty pint glass and held it under the table between my legs. Then I pissed in it, almost filling it by the time I was done. The glass felt very warm, full of my fresh hot pee. Then I lifted the glass up above the table....and slowly poured it's contents all over the surface, which Barbara found very amusing. Surface was covered, with pee dripping off the sides. Couple of people noticed me pouring it, but never knew it was pee so didn't say anything. By the time anyone found out, we were long gone. And of course never went back there. Throughout all the years since then, pissing all over the place in pubs, bars and nightclubs has been a regular pleasure of ours. We travel for miles sometimes just to find some new venue we haven't trashed already. Sometimes afterwards we have gotten away with peeing in the back of taxis without the driver noticing, lol. And ruining the seats or flooding the floor with piss. One time - we were in our mid-30s by then - we were in some pub with a secluded area out of sight of the bar, and the place was quiet so no one else was in sight of us. So when we wanted to pee, we just popped a squat right there and peed all over the carpet. This time, though, this guy and his girlfriend walked around the corner and caught us in mid-flow. They both laughed and reversed course, but we thought it better to hastily finish our piss and leave. Never know who they might tell. So we walked out of the place and noticed them sitting at a table. When they saw us they exchanged words and laughed. I honestly think they just found it funny and never said anything to anyone....least not at the time anyway. But that is the only time we have ever been caught in the act of pissing all over the carpet in a pub. One of the naughtiest pub pissings we ever did actually took place only a couple of years ago. By then we were already both 43 and surely old enough to know better. But fuck it! Wrecking stuff by pissing on it is just SO much fun. Anyway, we were in a pub which had a separate pool room with a top quality pool table in it. It was still fairly early in the evening and the place was quiet, with no one else in the pool room at all. So when we needed to pee and were about to pop a squat right there on the carpet, I suggested something much naughtier and grinned as I pointed towards the pool table. And you've probably guessed what happened next. We both climbed up onto that expensive pool table and popped a squat. And started pissing! All over the green baize! Totally flooded - and completely wrecked - that table. Our pee was even flowing down into some of the pockets before we were done, lol. We exited the premises as soon as we'd finished pissing. Next time someone came in for a game of pool they would have been in for a shock, lol. Had they walked in on us actually pissing they'd have had a bigger one! Two respectable looking women in their 40s squatting and pissing on the pool table, hahaha. Another time - a bit longer a go when we were about 35 - we fucked up one pub's fruit machine by standing there and pissing all over it. If any guy into ladies peeing all over the place had walked around the corner at just the right moment, he'd definitely have hit the jackpot! But we weren't spotted. A few times in pubs and nightclubs where we could get away with it unseen, we stood and peed against the walls. Usually, we did this if it was covered in expensive-looking wallpaper. We loved fucking that up. Carpets were the main target though most of the time, just because it was so easy to piss on the carpet under tables without being spotted. In the 25 years or so that Barbara and I have been doing this, we must have ruined literally over a thousand pub carpets. Some of them must have cost a fortune to replace! What an awesome thought, lol. The last pub carpet we trashed we did only last night. Pub was a bit too full for us to get away with discretely peeing on the carpet, though. So instead we kept peeing in some beer glasses - then just kept pouring it all over the carpet anyway, hahaha. Will tell you about some more of our adventures next time. ------------------------------------------------------ Part 1 -
  3. Three Naughty Pee Hotties Rachel invited her friends Natalie, Dianne and Christina over for their weekly book club meeting. As the ladies gather in the family room, her nineteen year-old son, Jason, a community college student, was out mowing their lawn as well as old Mrs. Jenkins' yard next door. Settling in and sipping coffee, the ladies began a discussion about their current favorite book over coffee. Upon finishing the lawns an hour and a half later, Jason came in and headed upstairs to take a shower, only then becoming aware of his mothers' friends being there. At this point, Rachel went to the store for cigarettes, leaving her friends to continue conversing until she would return. Natalie, 37 years old with platinum blonde hair, had on leggings, a tank top and flip flops. 39 year-old Christina had long burgundy dyed hair, a white button-down sleeveless top, denim shorts barely long enough to cover her ass, and sandals. Dianne, 42, had golden blonde hair, dressed in a black mini-skirt, red blouse and 3 inch black high heels. Dianne holds a special place in Jason's memories. During a backyard picnic a few years ago, he caught a clear view of her pussy after reaching under the table to retrieve his cup that he dropped. With a short skirt and no underwear on, her hairy mound and tantalizing labia were completely exposed, accentuated by her long sexy legs. His eyes widened with an instant gut-wrenching arousal. Now relaxing in the air-conditioned room, the ladies said hello, as he walked by breathing heavily, exhausted from the yard work. At this point, They were feeling the need to pee, as the coffee had run its course, with Christina feeling the strongest urge. Engrossed in conversation, she had ignored the pressure building inside of her bladder thus far. Crossing her legs to hold herself while Jason was in the shower, she continued waiting. After 20 minutes, unable to stand the pressure any longer, she stood up and headed to the bathroom, expecting that Jason would be done. Natalie and Dianne carried on with the discussion, still awaiting Rachel's return from the store. After exiting the family room, Christina grabbed her crotch tightly and hurried up the stairs. Approaching the closed bathroom door, the audible sound of water running inside was infuriating, after giving Jason what she thought was ample time to finish showering. No longer able to hold her aching bladder, she made the difficult decision to open the door and rush in. Hey it's just me, Sorry but I gotta piss really bad! I'll be gone in a minute. Don't worry, I won't flush. Jason, shocked at her barging in like that, became excited when he heard the toilet lid smack against the tank as she opened it. An instant later was the loud rumbling sound of her powerful stream striking the toilet water, audible even over the sound of the shower spraying. Barely able to believe his ears, he nervously peeked out from the curtain and was met with the sight of her bare ass cheeks just a few feet away. She was hovering on the side of the toilet instead of directly in front of it, unable to see that she was being watched as her back was turned to him. The ceiling light above perfectly highlighted the beautiful contours of her shapely ass, with just enough illumination to also see her pussy releasing a tidal wave into the toilet. As her swollen bladder continued pulsating and aching, she pushed harder, making her anus protrude outward, partially opening and nearly doubling in size. The thick yellow stream was now rushing out with astounding pressure, hitting the water hard enough that it could've been heard down the hallway. Jason was in awe that a woman was capable of such capacity and extremely aroused by it. After a lengthy gush, her stream eventually died down to a trickle, leaking slowly for several more seconds. Christina's pink anus continued poking in and out throughout her final pushes. Now finished and still in a rush to leave, she squatted closer to the toilet and quickly shook her ass up and down a few times instead of wiping, her cheeks rippling beautifully and unintentionally slapping against the seat. Jason continued observing from the shower as she pulled her tiny white thong back up, running her thumb along the back of it to wedge it deeper into her ass. She then lifted her tight shorts up, struggling to fit her delicious backside into them, having to jump slightly to get them all the way up. Jason quickly hid back inside the shower as she walked toward the door, still zipping up her shorts. (In a semi-joking voice) Okay I'm leaving. Don't tell your mom about this. It never happened! Alone again in the bathroom, Jason now had the biggest erection of his life. After finishing his shower, he stepped out and took a look at what Christina left behind. The large volume of her strong smelling piss had noticeably filled the bowl, along with a thin layer of bubbles at the surface. Still having a solid erection, the decision to take care of himself was an easy one, standing directly over her hot liquid for visual aid. He now had two major sightings of Christina's pussy in his lifetime, the most enjoyable part for him being that she was unaware of them both. Back down in the family room, Dianne announced that the coffee had also run through her and she now needed to pee as well. Christina was torn as to whether she should still stay quiet or speak up about the bathroom not exactly being available. She decided to stick to her original decision and remain quiet, ready to make up a story if need be. Dianne heads up to the bathroom and like Christina, was met with a closed door, this time locked by Jason. Turning to go back downstairs and wait, she noticed the door to his room further down the hall and suddenly had a devious idea. Never having much liked Jason since he accidentally ran his bike into her BMW when he was fourteen and causing her to spend four-hundred dollars to fix the dent, she suddenly was intrigued at the opportunity for a little revenge. Entering his room and closing the door behind her, Dianne scanned his room for a spot to relieve herself. She quickly walked around to the far side of the bed and slid his college books away from where she wanted to leave the wet surprise. Lifting her skirt and squatting down, she grabbed her panties and moved them to the side, letting her puffy labia hang freely. After bracing herself with a few deep breaths to tame the excitement of her vile act, she pushed hard and a powerful gush of clear-colored piss came out straight onto the dark-red carpet, while making a sweet squirting sound. The tremendous volume quickly created a sizable puddle that soaked the carpet, making the wet area sink and flatten. With a full twenty seconds elapsed, Dianne was still releasing so much piss that she was starting to become concerned about the size of the large puddle, still growing as her urethra continued it's relentless assault. Thrilled by such danger, she grabbed hold of her labia and boldly directed the flow around from side to side to make a bigger mess. As her stream flowed, she lifted the blanket hanging down from the bed. Laying on the floor were Jason's six-hundred dollar professional quality headphones that he recently purchased for his music production hobby. Dianne didn't know anything about headphones but assumed they were worth a decent amount of money based on their high-quality craftsmanship and size. With no hesitation, she positioned her body to now aim right at them and violated them with the full force of her torrent, soaking the ear pads, which were made of a fine leather and velour material. A cheerful smile came over her face, fully enjoying the damage being caused, and imagining her piss getting on his ears the next time he would put them on. Then, as luck would have it, her enjoyment was instantly cut short when she heard a knock on the door and it began opening. With no time to react, Dianne remained in the squatting position, frozen in the fear of being caught while in the middle of her lewd behavior. While motionless and holding her breath, with her piss still flowing, Natalie entered, and the two women momentarily stared at each other in shock. She quickly closed the door behind her. “Are you... peeing on the floor?” Uhh...well...I...just, no... “Hurry up, that looks like a good spot to go. The damn bathrooms locked. I'm about to fuckin piss myself.” In disbelief and relieved that Natalie had the same devious intentions, she relaxed and let her pee continue spraying for a few more moments. Having flooded the headphones, she pushes the final drips out. Upon finishing, Dianne moved her panties back in place, getting some pee on her fingers in the process and wiping them on the blanket. She then moved Jason's books back to where they were, directly on top of the huge soaking area. Satisfied with relief, she hurried out of the way. Natalie rushed over and kicked the books to the side, pulled her leggings down, and squatted right over Dianne's puddle, immediately releasing a strong cascade onto the same spot. The pressure caused her stream to splash and sprinkle pee onto her feet. She added so much to the puddle that the carpet could no longer absorb the liquid, causing it to run across the surface, onto the wooden floor. Both ladies laughed as Natalie lewdly sighed in relief. Standing by the door, Dianne was able to see the yellow trail emerging on the other side of the bed, as it ran along the floor behind it. Jason's room now had a noticeable stench of piss. Dianne dared Nat to pee on the headphones as she had just done. Giggling, she accepted the challenge and aimed her stream right at them, dousing them yet again. After finishing, Natalie reached up to grab a handful of the blanket on the bed and wiped it tightly against her wet pussy and anus. Standing back up, she carelessly kicked Jason's books back into place over the now very large puddle. Natalie and Dianne, still laughing, hurried back down to the family room to join Christina and the returning Rachel, while Jason was still in the bathroom. Later that night, he entered his room and noticed a musky smell but just assumed it was his dirty work uniform laying on the floor. Laying in his bed, he reached down to grab his headphones, which were now dry. Upon plugging them into his laptop, he was horrified to hear only broken cracked sound coming out of one side, the other side completely dead. After fidgeting with the cable for a moment, failing to make them work, he threw them on the floor in anger, clueless that the cause was the gushing urethras of his mothers friends. Jason never did notice the damp puddle on the carpet that night, or the trail of piss along the floor behind the bed, which had now dried into a sticky film in the searing summer heat. The next day, all three women met for lunch and had a laugh about what they had done. (Christina blushing) I can't believe I'm telling you girls this, don't say anything to Rachel. I...took a leak while Jason was in the shower! (Dianne laughing) “Oh that's nothing, me and Nat pissed in his room!” What?! You're kidding! Really?! (Natalie) “Hey, the bathroom was locked, he must've been jerking off or somethin. Sooo... we took a huge piss in his room right on the carpet. I wiped my fuckin' pussy on his blanket too.” (Dianne) “And when we were going, we aimed right at some big ass pair of headphones under the bed too, fucking soaked them, hahaaa!!” Oh you two are so horrible! (Natalie smiling) “I'm not gonna lie, it was kinda getting me hot, especially with Dianne in the room watching me!
  4. Sophie visits Steve

    I had been in Steve’s neck of the woods on work related business and decided to pay him a visit before I went home again. It had been a few months since I pissed on his bed and we had such a lovely time so it would be rude not to. So, on Friday night I sent him a text asking if he was free over the weekend and if he wanted to meet up. He said he would love to, and that we should meet at a local café. I got up fairly early on Saturday morning and had a shower, ate breakfast, the usual stuff and then got myself ready to meet Steve. I decided to wear a nice dark blue dress that was fairly tight at the top but flowed beautifully from my waist down, reaching to my knees. Underneath was a navy blue thong and matching push up bra. To finish I wore a pair of high heels and put my hair up in a ponytail. I always like having it that way. I put on some light makeup, finished my morning coffee and left the hotel . When I arrived at the café Steve was already waiting inside and greeted me with a hug before ordering me a large coffee. He knows coffee goes right through me and ordered the largest one on the menu. A couple of minutes later it arrived and I couldn’t believe the size of it! If I knocked it off the table I think I would have flooded the place. We got chatting and he started telling me about the area, what it was like to live there, things to do and I clinged to his every word, happily sipping away at my mug of coffee. I could feel my bladder filling and soon needed a wee but I tried to ignore it, not wanting to get up and pause the conversation. It took me about twenty minutes to finish my coffee and we kept talking for another hour at least. By that point the coffee had plenty of time to work through my system and I was having to cross my legs underneath the table. I’m not sure if Steve noticed I was getting desperate but the conversation naturally turned to talking about peeing, and I told him about my roadside relief on the drive down. I was getting more desperate by the minute and subconsciously slid my hand underneath the table, squeezing my hand between my crossed legs. I really needed to go. After a little more chatting Steve suggested we went back to his place and continued the conversation there instead. It was much quieter and his sofa was a lot more comfortable than the wooden chairs we were sitting on. I happily agreed and we got into his car before driving home. I couldn’t take my mind off the urgent need to empty my bladder but I was trying to keep still at the same time, not making it obvious just how badly I needed to pee. Luckily the roads were quiet and it only took us a couple of minutes to reach his house. He unlocked the door and let me in, politely asking me to remove my heels at the door. I kept my legs crossed as I carefully took off my shoes and he led me to the living room, sitting on the sofa next to me. We started talking again about the various things I had discussed on the forum, how I had completely let go on my kitchen table, and the numerous times I had caught my antics on camera. It was becoming more difficult to pay attention to what we were talking about, my mind drifting to my aching bladder. I was incapable of sitting still, constantly crossing and uncrossing my legs. I had to say something. “Steve, I’m really sorry but can I please use your bathroom? I’m absolutely bursting for a wee!” “I was wondering when you was going to say something about that. You’ve been jiggling for ages!” he chucked. “Yes, you can use my bathroom if you want, but I have a different idea. Why don’t you go on my living room carpet instead?” I was shocked. The carpet looked brand new. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s a lovely carpet and I’d hate to ruin it.” “Honestly, it’s fine. Seeing you soak it would be worth so much more than the cleaning bill. Please, be my guest!” I was unsure, it still felt wrong peeing on such a nice carpet, but if that’s what Steve wanted. And it would feel extremely naughty. “Okay… I’ll do it.” I got up off the sofa and reached up my dress, hooking my thumbs into the straps of my thong and easing it down my legs before taking it off and leaving it on the sofa. Then with a nervous smile I walked across to the middle of the room, and paused. My heart was beating out of my chest, was I really about to do this? I felt equally nervous and excited, like I was about to get into trouble, but wanted to. I lifted my dress up out of the way around my waist as I squatted on my toes, my bum resting on the back of my heels and parted my legs a little, knowing I was giving Steve an eyeful. As expected, I was quite pee shy and couldn’t relax enough to start my stream. I knew once I started going there was no stopping me, I just needed to get over the hill. It was quite a strange feeling. I was absolutely bursting for a wee, to the point where I was worried about wetting myself, but I still couldn’t let go when I actually wanted to. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to take my mind off what I was doing. I get pee shy quite often, even when sat on the toilet in the ladies so this was nothing new to me. One thing that usually worked was just thinking about anything but peeing, taking the pressure off my mind as such. So I started thinking about the most mundane thing I could, work. I thought about sitting at my desk going through exercise book after exercise book, the pile next to me seemingly endless. After about 30 seconds I managed to let out the smallest of dribbles, so small it didn’t even land on the carpet. Instead I felt it running from my smooth lips and stopping on my bum cheek, tickling a little. A few seconds later I let out another dribble, slightly longer this time. I was getting somewhere. A couple more seconds passed and I bit my lip as I let out a trickle, stopping immediately as I started thinking about it. I was sure the carpet was a little wet now but it was nothing to write home about. I took another deep breath and thought about something else, something involving me crouching. The pain of my bladder becoming increasingly difficult to supress. I thought about what I was going to have for my dinner when I got home and that led to me imagining I was crouching down to get the plates out of the cupboard. There was a faint sound of splashing as I let out another trickle. I was so close. Then it happened… My eyes flew open as I started a powerful hissing stream, it splashing noisily against the carpet. I couldn’t help but throw my head back and sigh as I felt the relief, my whole body shivering. I flashed Steve a naughty smile before looking down between my legs. There was already a large puddle at my feet and I had only been peeing for a few seconds. My smile widened as the wet stain beneath me spread outwards. I couldn’t look away, fascinated by my golden stream spraying against the soft carpet, loving how it seemed to pool on the surface momentarily before soaking into the luxurious fibres. My feet were getting wet and it only added to the pleasure, knowing I really was giving the carpet a real good soaking. My pee seemed to go on forever, I went for at least a minute before it slowed to a trickle. I looked up at Steve with a beaming smile, a small dribble still falling from between my legs. “Words cannot describe how naughty that felt” I giggled “Can you get me something to wipe with please? I’m pretty wet down there.” He had one last glance at the puddle and got up to get me something. I stayed squatted, looking down at the mess I made, feeling proud at the performance I had just done. Steve returned a few seconds later, surprised to see me peeing again “I always have a little left over when I’ve been holding for a while. Thank you” He held out a couple sheets of kitchen paper and I happily took them as I pushed out the last dribbles. I reached between my legs and wiped, making sure to get all the little drips, before standing up and letting my dress drop. “I can’t believe I’ve just done that.” With a smile I retreated back to the sofa, looking over my shoulder at the puddle on the carpet. “Oh my gosh! It looks so much larger from here. Did I really do all that?!” I reached for my thong, untwisting it before slipping my legs into it and sliding it out of view under my dress. Once I was comfortable I sat back down on the sofa, grinning like a Cheshire cat. That wasn’t the only wee I had at his place, but that’s a story for another day…
  5. Bedroom pee

    My name is Samantha - Sam for short - and I'm 18. My parents were hosting some kind of party for all their friends and there must have been nearly 40 people in the house, all drinking and at various stages on the route to getting shitfaced. I wanted none of it - most of these people were twice my age at least, and into talking boring shit about their jobs or their pension plans or fucking politics! And trying to cop off with one another as well. I'd decided to shut myself in my bedroom, along with four friends whom I'd persuaded to come and keep me company. They are all aged 18 or 19 as well, their names Crissy, Kelly, Susan, and Chantalle. From our sober perspective, the party seemed to be getting out of hand. People were being loud and the bathroom was out of action due to two people locking themselves in and spending time loudly fucking! The other guests had begun resorting to openly peeing in the back yard. Well I and my four companions were in full on eye-rolling mode. And isn't it supposed to be the other way around? With the teenagers holding the wild parties whilst their parents do all the eye-rolling stuff? But unlike my parents and their increasingly drunken guests, we were only drinking cokes and lemonade. Crissy, Kelly, and Susan were all sitting upon my bed but there were no other seats in the room - it wasn't a large room - so Chantalle and I were sitting on the floor with our backs against the wall, facing the bed. And unfortunately, with the bathroom out of action, the cokes and lemonade were having their effect. And I was beginning to realise that I should have peed earlier, before some couple decided to lock themselves in for an impromptu fucking session. "Guys, I really need to pee, like in an emergency kind of way! And those two fuckheads are still in there screwing! Not sure I can hold it much longer." The other girls all needed to go too but not quite as badly as me and could wait a bit longer. But it was a total inconvenience. Kelly joked, "Pity they locked the damned door! If they hadn't I'd be tempted to go in there and piss all over the inconsiderate fuckers!" Chantalle laughed, "Kelly, that's gross!" Funny though. Susan chimed in with, "Chances are they'd fucking enjoy it anyway! You know what some people are like when they're drunk, getting all pervy about pissing. One guy whose place I went back to with after way too much drink wanted to watch me piss on his bedroom carpet!" We all laughed at that. Crissy asked, "What did you say?" "I said "Yeah ok!"" Cue oodles of jaw dropping and OMGs! Crissy laughingly expressed the feelings of all of us with her next statement. "I can't believe you did that!" "Well, I was drunk, guys, you know how it is. Besides, wasn't my carpet so I thought "What the hell" and just did it." Chantalle chuckled, "I can't believe you actually peed on some guy's carpet on purpose!" "Well to tell you the truth, you know how it is. When you have way too much to drink and all your inhibitions have been pissed away, it feels kind of sexually liberating to just piss anywhere without giving a fuck!" "You mean it turned you on, you pervy cow", laughed Chantalle. "Maybe that's why my ex-boyfriend peed in the fucking wardrobe one night when he was drunk." "Probably, hahaha." None of this was of course doing anything to help my bladder situation. "Look guys, I really am struggling here and you're not helping. Peeing on the carpet is starting to look like an option right now." Cue searches for anything I could pee in. But there was nothing. We had no glasses or anything and had been drinking out of bottles. Now guys could maybe pee in a bottle with no problems. But not girls. If we tried without the aid of a funnel most of it would go everywhere but the bottle. Someone suggested one of us go down to the kitchen to fetch a funnel, or anything else we could use to pee in. But too many questions would be asked as my mum was haunting the kitchen and a couple of drunk people were arguing in there. None of us could face that. Kelly got up off the bed for a moment and looked out of the window which happened to overlook the yard. "You could always go and pee in the backyard like most other people. There are a couple of ladies squatting down and pissing there right now, so it's not just a guy thing." "Yeah, but they're drunk. I'm not.! Besides, dad might actually see me pissing which would be way too embarrassing. So not an option." Chantalle piped up with, "Don't know about you guys but I am starting to really need to go as well." Finally I reached the limits of my ability to hold, and was feeling too damned uncomfortable. Peeing anywhere at all - past caring where - was starting to look like an attractive option. "Look guys, I really cant wait any longer, otherwise I'll end up peeing all over the place through my jeans anyway. Shall I just piss here?" I gestured towards the floor. Susan laughed, "Up to you babe! It's your fucking carpet!" So I got up, saying "Sorry guys I can't wait", and unzipped and lowered my jeans and panties right there whilst simultaneously dropping back down into a squat. And almost immediately, with a loud hissing sound powered by a full bladder, I was pissing forcefully down onto the carpet. My friends were kind of impressed, with comments like, "Wow", "Oh My God", "I can't believe your doing that", "Dirty cow", and "Fucking awesome", along with quite a lot of laughter. The shear relief was a pleasure in itself but there was something deeper, a sexual thrill almost. It really was actually a turn on to simply abandon all sense of decent behaviour and just piss on the carpet on purpose. I was enjoying it and I think it showed. Kelly giggled, "Sam, you kinky bitch! You're getting a kick out of that, aren't you?" I couldn't deny it. "It does feel kind of nice, just peeing on the floor like this. And I so needed this." Crissy joked, "Well it seems we have two kinky bitches here into peeing on carpets!" We all laughed at that as I carried on pissing. And I peed for ages, creating an enormous puddle of pee right there, slowly soaking into the carpet. I could tell that my friends all on some level appreciated the show, but I wanted them to be complicit. Didn't want no gossip spreading around about Sam being a dirty bitch who gets turned on by peeing on her own bedroom carpet. So I pointed out that they all needed a pee too, and might as well pee on the floor as well. They were a little dumbstruck by the offer but a part of them wanted to do it also, I could tell. Hesitatingly, Crissy asked, "Are you sure? You don't mind?" "Nah, not really. I've already peed on the carpet now anyway, so you lot might as well too, rather than suffer in discomfort for no good reason." Chantelle said, "Don't know about you guys but I'm getting pretty desperate." She grinned. "So I'm gonna do it!" And with that she chose a spot, unfastened her jeans, and lowered them towards her knees whilst dropping down into a squat. Susan added, "In for a penny, in for a pound...." and she chose another spot and was soon squatting there with her jeans down to her knees. A grin then appeared upon the faces of the other two girls as they too squatted over a different part of the carpet. And then they all started pissing, four golden torrents cascading down onto a different patch of carpet. It looked fucking awesome. Crissy commented in mid-flow, "Wow, this feels great." And they were all enjoying it I could tell, pissing for ages with big grins upon their faces. By the time they were done, the carpet was sodden wet - and totally fucking ruined. And the fallout from that is a whole other story, whose details I shall spare you. Suffice to say, it wasn't pretty. But at that particular moment I didn't care. And we all kind of knew we'd shared a secret pleasure. Susan even joked, "Look girls, when I move out and get my first flat, you can all come round and we'll christen the living room carpet together." We all laughed at that, but I think she actually means it! I certainly hope so, lol.
  6. A night in town

    Phillip had a rare chance of being away from home over a weekend and took advantage of going out into the city for a late-night walk to enjoy seeing the young ladies walking around in sexy and sometimes quite revealing outfits. He was also hoping that his secret craving to see ladies peeing in public might also be satisfied as it had on some previous occasions. It was always an unpredictable activity and relied very much on being in the right place at the right time. Some evenings would reveal an abundance of revellers who were willing to pee anywhere to relieve the pressure on their aching bladders while other evenings would be completely dry and provide no sightings whatsoever. Tonight was proving to be a slow night but there had been a couple of highlights. The first had been outside a nightclub around 11:00pm. There was a queue of people waiting to get in and Phillip was sitting on a bench nearby. Movement in the queue triggered his Peedar and he looked up to see a girl in her early twenties, blonde hair, small frame and perky breasts with short blue skirt and tight white top leave the queue and walk quickly towards the back of the queue. Just beyond the queue, she darted into a shop door way, hiked up her skirt and pushed her knickers down. Phillip got up from the bench and walked along the pavement on the opposite side of the road, observing a stream of pee splashing down between the girl’s legs. She was looking down at the pee stream and concentrating on keeping it away from her shoes, so she was oblivious to people walking by. Phillip crossed the road on a diagonal walking directly towards the girl, gaining a great view of her neatly trimmed pussy with a powerful stream erupting forth onto the floor of the shop doorway and running out onto the pavement. A couple of drunk blokes walked past and made a comment which Phillip didn’t hear. The girl raised a middle finger to them, but carried on peeing her flood. By this time, Phillip was on the same side of the road as the peeing girl. He walked right past the shop doorway, deliberately standing in her flow as he continued along the road. He crossed over again and leant against the wall from where he could see the girl finishing up, giving a little wiggle before pulling her knickers back into place and yanking her skirt back down over her bum. She left the scene of the crime to re-join her friends in the queue, leaving the evidence to snake its way down the slope of the shop doorway into the increasing pool on the pavement. The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful until people started to leave the clubs at around 3am. Some revellers headed into a kebab shop near one of the clubs. One girl wearing tight black leggings, which hugged her ample backside was getting agitated with the person serving. She was bouncing and holding her crotch, which caused Phillip’s Peedar to trigger again. From what he could make out from outside the shop, the girl was desperate to pee and the server was saying that they didn’t have any toilets. The girl eventually stormed out and turned left out of the door and headed down the street, with her legs clamped together, moving as best as she could, but being slowed by her bladder. Phillip walked quickly down the opposite side of the road and saw an alleyway, which he guessed would be her destination. He headed down the alley and slipped quietly behind a large bin from where he could see the alley and some other bins that were nearer to the alley entrance. He banked on the fact that she was desperate and would be more worried about finding quick relief than searching further back in the alley for a better hiding place. His presumptions were correct and almost as soon as he had taken up his hiding place the girl hobbled into the alley, moved past the first bin so that she was hidden from the street but in perfect view for Phillip. A security light came on, but it was too late for the girl to think about other options. She immediately yanked down her leggings as she took up a high squat, keeping her head above the level of the bin and looking over her right shoulder over the bin towards the road to keep an eye out for anyone coming into the alley. Her pee erupted from behind her as soon as her leggings were clear and caused a waterfall onto the road behind her, splashing up as it contacted the hard road surface and glistening in the harsh security light. Her shoes and ankles were getting a good soaking and Phillip reckoned her leggings must have taken a bit of damage before she even got started. She was seriously desperate and peed hard for about 40 seconds, creating a small lake on the tarmac. Eventually the stream pressure dropped to more of a trickle and finally a few spurts. The relieved girl stood upright and reached into her bag for a packet of tissues. She turned to face the street keeping the bin between her and the street for protection, her curvy backside now being shown directly to Phillip as he continued to enjoy the spectacle from his hidden vantage point. The girl, believing she was alone, took her time to extract a tissue, wipe her pussy and the insides of her legs and discard the tissue into her puddle. She repeated with another tissue, all the time leaving her leggings at her knees and furnishing Phillip with a view he would remember for a long time. Finished wiping, the girl eased up first a black thong and then her black leggings. Finally she took out another tissue and used it to wipe her ankles and shoes before adding it to the puddle where it joined the other two tissues. She left the alley looking far more comfortable and had no idea that Phillip had just enjoyed her fantastic show. Emerging from his hideout, Phillip returned to the area near the kebab shop. He decided that at 3:30am, he was going to call it a night and head back to his hotel as the number of people around was declining and it had been a slow evening, so probably not much more to see, but he would just give it another 10 minutes in case one of the stragglers in the kebab shop needed a wee before heading home. Phillip was sat on a wall nearby when two girls came up to him looking a bit worse for wear. One girl was blonde with dishevelled hair and her short skirt was riding up so far that her skimpy knickers were on show and only just covering her pussy. The other was a dark haired girl with tight jeans and a low cut top that helped to display a pleasing amount of cleavage afforded by her D-cup breasts that seemed to be stuffed in a C-cup bra. “Do you know the way to the Premier Inn at Cross Street?” slurred the darker girl, which caused Phillip to raise his glance from her cleavage to her face and meet her deep green eyes. “Yes, miss.” he replied. “It is down that street to the roundabout, then turn right, go through the underpass below the ring road, right again down River Road and turn left onto Cross Street. The Premier Inn is at the far end.” “Oh, that sounds quite a long way!” retorted the blonde, who slumped herself onto the wall next to Phillip, leaning back and further exposing the pink triangle of her knickers and flashing a bit of bum cheek into the bargain. The brunette asked “Would you walk us back? I don’t think we are going to remember that and I really don’t fancy an underpass on our own.” Phillip considered his options; he could choose not to get involved, he could get them a taxi or he could agree to walk with them – even though it was the opposite direction to the way he was going. He decided that he had nothing else much to do, so he agreed to help – especially as he was worried that the blonde particularly would struggle to make it to the hotel on her own. “You both look a bit worse for wear – do you think you will make it?” “We are”, the brunette giggled. “It’s been a long night! We’ll make it, but it might take a while.” “OK, but you need to have a chance of shifting the alcohol, so let’s get some water and dilute your blood stream a bit. I am Phillip by the way”. “Chantelle” responded the blonde. “Pleased to meet you.” “And Fiona” added the brunette. “Thank you so much”. Phillip went into the kebab shop and purchased 5 bottles of water. He brought them back to the girls and insisted that they each drank one down completely before setting off, which they did. Phillip then got Fiona to put the other three bottles in her handbag for them to drink one each along the way. They set off slowly down the road, with Chantelle stumbling on her high heels. It wasn’t long before Chantelle removed her shoes and carried them in her hand. Fiona had boots on with her jeans and was fairing a bit better. The two girls adopted a position one each side of Phillip; Chantelle on the left. They both put their arms around Phillip for support and Phillip mirrored the stance, putting his arms around each of the girls. He wasn’t sure he had made the right choice in escorting them, but he was committed now. As they walked/stumbled/staggered along, progress was slow and they chatted about the evening that the girls had been enjoying. They were in town just for the weekend and had taken advantage of pubs and clubs, enjoying more than their fair share of alcohol. Phillip was enjoying being in the company of the two girls and allowed his hands to fall slightly and rest on the top of the girls’ bottoms. He hooked his right thumb into Fiona’s belt on her jeans and allowed his fingers to contact the denim tightly covering her pert derriere. His left hand faired even better with his thumb tucked into the waistband of Chantelle’s skirt, his fingers felt the smooth and flimsy material covering her rounded bottom. After 5 minutes, Phillip suggested that they all take some more water. Fiona agreed, but Chantelle resisted. “I already need a wee! I can’t take any more onboard!” Phillip calmly pointed out that “It is better to keep taking in the water to dilute the alcohol. If you need a wee then you can find somewhere to go. It is 4am and hardly anyone around and there are plenty of places to go in a city”. “I’m not sure about that, but I don’t think I’m going to make it anyway, so I might as well have some water”. “Good call. You are wearing a skirt, so you can be quite discrete if you need to pee”. Another five minutes and Chantelle was visibly struggling, pulling the front of her skirt up even more than it already was and holding her hand on her crotch through her knickers. “I really need a wee!” she exclaimed. This had not gone unobserved by Phillip, who was getting quite turned on by the discussion and the way she had started to walk and hold herself. Ever the gentleman, he offered “OK, you are not going to make it to the hotel, so you need to relieve yourself somewhere near here. There is no point in staying uncomfortable and prolonging it as you are not going to make it.” “Sod it, just find me somewhere to go! Now!!” Phillip steered the girls to a conveniently placed bench. “Here, sit on this bench and perch towards the front. You can pull your knickers down and pee straight onto the pavement. Nobody is around, you’ll be fine.” Chantelle sat on the bench and slumped back against the backrest. She eased down her knickers just past the bench slats. Phillip was expecting her to shuffle forward and pee off the front of the bench, but just then he heard a hissing and then a splattering as Chantelle released her bladder directly onto the bench. “Sorry, it just felt like I was sitting on the toilet, so seemed the easiest thing to do!” The splashing continued and a puddle grew underneath the bench. Phillip looked on, enjoying the sight of three separate streams falling from the bench slats. He moved round in front of her and as Chantelle’s skirt was still riding up, he could just see Chantelle’s pee emerging from her pussy and spreading over the bench slat before falling off the front and back of the slat, so causing the multiple streams beneath. Once she had finished, Chantelle remained there for a couple of minutes as the drips subsided. Then she stood up and lifted her skirt up round her waist, fully exposing herself in order to pull up her bright pink knickers, then returning the skirt into place. Fiona had remained fairly quiet during this and Phillip asked her if she was OK. “I’m fine, but I need a pee too and it isn’t as easy with jeans.” “That’s OK, if you need to go, then go, but we’ll find you somewhere a bit more secluded.” “Thanks – I really need to pee, but I am not exposing myself out here!” “We’ll be at the underpass in a minute. We could station Chantelle at one end and I’ll watch the other so you can go in the middle with no risk of being spotted. Will that work?” “I can’t think of a better plan, so it will have to do.” After another 3 minutes of walking, they reached the underpass. Fiona was starting to struggle now. As they descended the ramp into depths, Fiona said “Hurry up, I can’t hold it much longer” Chantelle took up station at the bottom of the first ramp and Phillip and Fiona continued through the underpass. Fiona stopped in the middle and Phillip continued to the far end – about a further 10m. Phillip checked the coast was clear and both Phillip and Chantelle gave Fiona the thumbs up. Without further hesitation, Fiona undid her belt and button and pulled her jeans to her knees, revealing black lacy underwear that she then proceeded to pull down. Fiona dropped to the floor in a low squat, back against the wall and feet apart. Almost immediately a jet worthy of a fire hose emitted between her legs and fell to the floor of the underpass about a foot in front of her. Phillip alternated between keeping a vague lookout and watching the spectacle in front of him. Fiona sighed in relief and continued peeing for ages, adding more and more to the significant puddle forming in front of her. As her stream waned, she looked much happier and with the final few drips she shook her bottom and stood up. Chantelle called out laughingly “You dirty bitch!” Fiona turned towards her to reply, “You can talk!” and in turning, gave Phillip a lovely view of her pert backside. They both turned to walk towards Phillip and join him to walk up the ramp out of the underpass. “That is soooo much better.” Said Fiona. “Don’t you need to go as well?” “Well, I haven’t drunk as much as you and I peed just before I met you, but I could still do with a leak, but I didn’t want to embarrass you.” “What! After what you’ve just see us do? You’re joking right?” They had now got to the top of the ramp and were walking alongside the ramp but at the higher road level. Chantelle piped in “Well you’ve seen our show – how about you pee off here through the railings to the underpass ramp below?” Phillip consented and turned towards the railings. He was indeed needing to pee now, although not desperate. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis, pointing it between two of the railings and unleashed a downpour on the waiting concrete about 5 metres below. Chantelle giggled as she saw it and then asked, “Can I hold it?” Phillip was a bit taken aback, but quickly recovered and agreed. Chantelle came up behind him and reached around him with her right hand, taking hold of Phillip’s dick, which was still in full flow. She waved it around a little and laughed as she saw the stream’s movement amplify where it hit the concrete below. Fiona looked on, enjoying the sight. Soon, Phillip had finished and Chantelle gave it a little shake before letting go for Phillip to put his dick back in his trousers. Phillip then encouraged everyone to drink more water, which they had no problem doing now that their bladders were all close to empty. The three of them continued their slow walk, with arms around each other’s waists and hands straying regularly onto each other’s backsides. Fiona commented that she hadn’t peed outside in ages but that it had been quite liberating. She also mentioned that she felt a bit damp below and that maybe she should have had some tissue. Chantelle said that her knickers had got quite wet, but she was keeping the front of her skirt up to allow them to dry. That got everyone laughing. Another 15 minutes had passed by the time they got to Cross Street and the hotel was visible at the end of the road. The water was going through them and Fiona said “First stop when I get there is going to be the toilet – I need to piss again”. “Too right! I’m busting again too.” Replied Chantelle. “You could always go outside again if you are desperate,” stated Phillip, “No point in being uncomfortable and it is still at least 5 minutes’ walk, plus you have to get up to your rooms”. “Anyone would think you wanted to watch us pee again” laughed Chantelle. “Well, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the view” “Ah, so that’s the way it is, is it?” With that, Chantelle stopped on the pavement, turned to face Phillip, hitched her skirt up, spread her legs and started peeing straight through her pink knickers. They turned noticeably darker and the flood fell to the floor between her feet. Phillip looked on, slightly gobsmacked, but seriously enjoying the view as the knickers got wetter and adopted the shape of Chantelle’s lady parts where the wet fabric turned clingy. “They were wet anyway”, commented Chantelle, “so no big deal, but you can close your mouth now” she laughed. Phillip read this brazen show as a bit of an invitation and reached forward, placing his hand in her stream and then raising it up to the source, where he cupped Chantelle and felt her pee forcing through the fabric and warming his hand. Chantelle didn’t move away, so he continued and caressed her as she peed. As the pee slowed, the last bits dripped through his hand, but the knickers were seriously soaked. Phillip continued to stroke Chantelle through her knickers and then raised his fingers to his mouth and tasted her wetness. Sweet and light, the sign of someone who had drunk a lot of volume and with a slight hint of larger. They continued on their way, Chantelle still keeping her skirt raised to “dry” her knickers – not that they had any chance of drying now. Fiona declined to pee outside again, saying that she could hold it until the hotel. On arrival at the hotel, the girls asked Phillip to see them up to their room. They all got into the lift and Fiona pressed the button for the 10th floor. The lift whirred into action with a jolt and Fiona clamped her legs together, obviously a little more desperate than she admitted earlier. On the 10th floor, the doors slipped open and the three almost tumbled out into the corridor. Fiona led them to Room 828 and fished in her bag for the room key card. She extracted it and placed it in the reader. The red light remained lit. “Shit!” she exclaimed as she bobbed down, crossing her legs. She tried again but received the same display of red barring her entry and access to the toilet which was now just a couple of metres away, but so inaccessible. “Oh, crap, I know what I’ve done! I had the card next to my phone and it’s wiped my card!” “We’ll have to go back to reception” said Phillip helpfully “they will reconfigure the card.” “You’re joking! I’m not going to last that long.” “I don’t see that you have a lot of choice, I’m sorry.” “There is one option,” put in Chantelle, “remember Lanzarote?” “Lanzarote? What’s that got to do with……? Oh I see. I can’t do that!” Phillip was puzzled and asked for an explanation. Chantelle quickly filled him in. “We were on holiday in Lanzarote and we managed to lock ourselves out of our room. We’d had rather too many to drink and left our keys down by the pool. We had gone back to the room to get some supplies, but we couldn’t get in. We both needed to pee and being somewhat drunk we looked to improvise. We were only wearing bikinis and robes. Fiona saw a large artificial plant pot at the end of the corridor and went and perched on the pot, peeing through her bikini into the pot. I went in a corner near the ice machine and peed through my bikini onto the carpet – Well it was a bit wet from the ice spillages anyway.” “But how’s that going the help here?” asked Fiona. “I can’t see any ice machines or pot plants and I’m not even wearing a bikini.” “Well it’s nearly 5am now, there is nobody about, so all you need is to find a discrete spot and be quick. Just don’t do it right in front of the room door as that might be a bit obvious!” “OK, needs must. But where? And it needs to be quick! I’m getting very desperate.” “How about the stairwell? Not many people use the stairs up to the 10th floor – they all use the lifts and even if someone discovers the puddle before it dries, nobody is going to know it was you.” “OK. You win. It is either going to be the stairwell or I pee my pants here, so stairwell will have to do.” Phillip couldn’t believe what he was hearing or that he might possibly be about to witness. Of course, he volunteered to come as a lookout. They went into the stairwell, which was carpeted. Chantelle stood just inside the door on the 10th floor, Fiona went down to the half landing between 10th and 9th floor and Phillip went down further to guard the 9th floor door and the approach from below. Fiona positioned herself in the corner of the landing and pulled down her jeans and thong and dropped into a low squat the same as she had done in the underpass. She looked around one more time and having received the thumbs up from both Phillip and Chantelle, she released a torrent into the carpet in front of her. Her pee puddled on top of the carpet, spreading over a good sized area before starting to soak into the fibres. Fiona wasn’t joking, she really did need to pee again and her entire bladder contents dispensed onto the carpet with a hiss that echoed round the stairwell and a splashing into the carpet. As soon as she finished, she yanked up her jeans and fled the scene back to the 10th floor. Phillip climbed the stairs and passed the puddle. Chantelle and Fiona had now left the stairwell, so Phillip couldn’t resist putting his hand in the puddle and taking a taste. It was not quite as sweet as Chantelle’s, but just as tasty. He suspected that she may have been drinking a different type of beer. Back outside the room, Fiona was saying that they now needed to go down to reception. But Chantelle reached into her back and produced a card “I forgot – we both had a key!” “You *****! You mean I could have used the toilet after all!” “Yes, but you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that……”
  7. Denise felt like a new woman after her and Starla finished their afternoon at the spa, and not just because of the hot tub, the massages and the facials, but because of her new brazen attitude towards wetting herself without caring. After peeing during her massage and soaking her chair and floor during her facial, combined with pissing herself at the movie theater and on a train in front of a mother and daughter, there was no turning back. Emboldened by Starla's own shameless wettings, Denise was looking forward to what the rest of their time together as roomates might look like. She didn't have to wait long. As soon as they sat in Starla's car, Starla smiled and adjusted her skirt. Denise could hear a soft hissing. She looked down and saw a small stream dribbling through the gusset of Starla's flowery panties. "Sorry," Starla said. Denise laughed, as if any apology was needed. "Wanted to pee before we left." A puddle was forming on the seat cover, making a burbling sound. Starla reached down and slid her panties aside and let out a moan as the stream grew and splashed loudly into the puddle. "Ohh, it's getting my skirt wet." She sounded more aroused than bothered by this. "Ohh, I don't care." Her flow finally weakened to a tinkling dribble and Starla put her keys in the ignition and started the car. She didn't make any effort to clean the puddle, but instead sat up and pulled her skirt back down, no doubt enjoying the warmth as it soaked into her skirt. Starla smiled and put the car in reverse. Ten minutes on the road and Denise was feeling her bladder fill again. She held it, though, as Starla started talking. "So, tell me your hottest pee fantasy." Denise coughed. "Well...I'm kind of new to this thing, so..." "Give it a shot." "I guess I would like to live somewhere where I could pee anytime and anywhere and not have to worry about a mess or being embarrassed." "Yessss!" Starla said. "Like be a rich girl and have servants who clean up after you." "Yeah. So I could wake up, let it all go in my bed and make a huge mess on my mattress and not have to worry about it. Or I just walk around my house and pee whenever I feel like it, soaking the carpet, my couch, my bathroom and kitchen floor, and someone would come up and clean everything." "And," Starla said, "like when you're out in public and you just let it go in your pants and no one says anything. It's like they don't notice or they don't care." "Yeah," Denise said, squirming. She sat up to adjust her skirt and Starla smiled. "Well, my fantasy is to have a pee party. Like a house full of people who are into peeing, to not have to worry about the mess, and just let loose wherever and whenever, on furniture, on the carpets, on each other." Denise blushed, but not because she was embarrassed. She was imagining a party where she and some other girls and guys are walking around their apartment, fully nude, peeing anywhere they felt the need. She pictured herself kneeling on the carpet, a dribble of pee escaping to the floor, as a hot brunette guy empties his own bladder all over her chest. She had seen it in videos, but never in real life. She was also blushing because the pressure was becoming too much Denise reached under her skirt and slid her panties off, dropping them into the floor. She grinned at Starla as she parted her legs a little and rested her arms at her sides. It only took a few seconds for a tiny dribble to tickle her slit and then grow to a trickle. Denise sighed and the trickle grew to a hiss as a steady stream splashed messily from her, sprayed her thighs and pooled between her legs. Like Starla, she relished in the warm feel of her pee as it soaked her bottom. It was over soon, though, but she wasn't finished. Denise reached down and touched her labia gently, rubbing her wet fingers against her clitoris. It only took a few soft strokes before she was moaning and moving her hips to meet her hand. She sighed and slumped into her seat, smiling widely. "Damn, girl," Starla said. "My story get you hot?" she asked. Denise nodded. "We're going to have to get you to a pee party, then." She chuckled. When they got home, Starla unlocked the door to the apartment. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Starla stood still and sighed, emptying her bladder into her panties and all over the tile floor. Denise watched her as Starla shut the door with her back and leaned against it. She pulled her panties aside and sprayed a messy stream in front of her, then stroked her slit, splashing warm pee all over her fingers. She thrust a few fingers inside her vagina and cried out as she climaxed, still squirting a soft flow of pee as she did. Her knees must have weakened because she sat down, ignoring the warm puddle under her. "Yeah," Starla said, "we're gonna find a pee party."
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